Delicate

Chapter 3: Sunflower

    Wednesday morning. I roll out of bed, as usual, but then when i take a look at the flower.... It's shaking?? I had no idea why, but i had the urge to take a small blanket and wrap it around the pot of the flower...... then it stops.... It did stop, don't know how, but i left it for a while, then went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, do my hair (took me, maybe, 10 minutes or so... don't know why it takes me so fucking long just to do my curly-ass hair), and get dressed. I come back out, put on my shoes, then unwrap the blanket from the pot then pick up the flower using the hand-knit handles I added to the pot to make it easier to carry. Then i head downstairs, grab an apple, then head out the door, getting into my car and driving to school.
    When I get to the school, I go straight to my locker. I insert the combination and open my locker up, putting my bag and other shit and taking what I need for my 1st period. I gently place the potted flower into the locker, then take out my water bottle to give it some water. As I'm about to close the locker, I hear mumbling. Then I close the locker to see- "you really shouldn't put the flower in your damn locker" "jESUS CHRIST-" it was her, Jamie, standing there behind the door of my locker like a creep. "...you scared me, why the hell would you do that???" I snap at her, and from embarrassment, she shoots her glare down at her feet, hiding under her Lavender scarf like yesterday. "O-oh, I'm sorry..." my expression softens, "oh, don't be, sorry, I tend to lash out like that whenever I get scared... again, I'm sorry... what were you saying?" "um... you shouldn't put the flower in your locker... it n-needs the sunlight... that's why I c-carry it everywhere, so it gets the chance for sunlight." "Oh, I'm sorry then." I open up my locker and take the flower out, then Jamie sees the handles, "oh, what are those?" "they're handles I knitted... they're not bad, but I felt like I could've done better... but hey, now the flower's easier to carry. And, don't worry, I tested out the durability and strength, it's pretty strong, so it won't fall off and break." "....wow... that's very creative and thoughtful of you, Jake," she gives off a shy smile under the scarf. I scratch the back of my head, cheeks tinted a little red, "ah, it's nothing, really... but I had a question for you... about the flower..." "hm? What is it?" "So... is the flower supposed to... glow...? Or suddenly grow thorns...?" She buries her face into her scarf even more as an attempt to not answer my question. It takes her a while to answer, but she finally does after a minute, "u-um... w-well, I haven't really seen it do either of those things.... I don't really know what you mean by that. I t-think it's done something like that b-before, I-I-I don't remember, though... but I will give y-you further information when I do remember... sorry..."
    she directs her eyes back up to mine, then I respond, "...okay... well, you can let me know when you do remember, because it seems you know way more about the flower... I tried asking Oliver yesterday, but he couldn't find any information on those types of things that I described about the flower... but hey, just let me know when you do remember." "......ok..." I think for a minute, then ask her, "you doing anything this Friday?" "I- ....uh, I don't think so....... why...?" "Well, my friends and I are hanging out at my cousin's place that night, and since we have this whole flower situation, I figured we should try to get to know each other, and some of my friends, if you want to..." she thinks to herself for a moment, then silently nods, peeking from the scarf a little, "y-yeah... that sounds fun..." "great! Oh, and also..." I pull out a little sticky note with my phone number on it, "take this. So you can contact me. And I can pick you up on Friday and take you to Oliver's." She takes the sticky-note and puts in her pocket, "thanks..."
     brrring brrrring. The bell rings. "Oh, I gotta go, I'll see you Friday," she rushes off to her first period before I get the chance to say bye. I start to head to my class with the flower in hand and a grin on my face. God, she's adorable.... she's so shy, so cute....... wait....... Shit. I'm not falling for her, am I?? I mean... I don't know if it would be a bad thing or not but... I don't know... but I hope things work out on Friday.... get to know her more.... hopefully, for the better...